Homage To Rolf Jacobsen

The yellow jacket keeps crashing against the pane
trying to get out. All along it's only a matter
of opening the window, finding the words,
and you're out there — in the other, larger world.
To the dead, paradise is the sidewalk you stroll down
looking in windows, humming, stopping for coffee.

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